I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 146 - : Slide 147: Don’t stop me, Im going to raise pigs

Chapter 146: Slide 147: Don’t stop me, I’m going to raise pigs

Five days later, Lide returned to Dawn City.

He was very reassured with Vina at the Crimson Mage Tower, for after their exchange that day, Lide believed she was fully capable of holding up the Crimson Mage Tower on her own.

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Besides, with Spark looking after Green City, as long as things progressed normally, no major chaos would ensue.

The Mysterious Store was operating steadily. After the initial surge of popularity, it now sold about 500 Magic Scrolls each day, implementing purchase limits due to the limited stock.

The recruitment for the second batch of Magic Apprentices had started, and the Magic Factory was set to expand production once again.

Producing Magic Scrolls was the most important affair for the Crimson Mage Tower at the moment; everything else revolved around it. One could anticipate that in a few months, the Crimson Mage Tower would experience another explosive growth.

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On this return to Dawn City, Lide brought with him 20,000 Gold Pucks. He exchanged all the Gold Pucks for silver pucks and copper pucks through the Golden Wheat Commerce, filling four horse-drawn carriages.

For the ordinary residents, silver pucks and copper pucks were more convenient to use.

Dawn City was still in a stage of development and needed a lot of his input.

Lide was like a shepherd tending to his sheep: he had to care for them when they were sick, find them food when they were hungry, and help them reproduce when they weren’t bearing lambs…

He took great pains to fatten and grow his flock, all for the sake of greater profit, whether it was milking, shearing wool, or selling them for cash.

It seemed as though he was now investing a lot of capital, appearing very good to humans while apparently not gaining much benefit.

But in reality, he was the greatest beneficiary.

Because everything in Dawn City, including the humans, was his private property.

Humans were the sheep that Lide reared; all his current investments were to grow his flock.

The Gold Pucks previously spent went into the development of Dawn City, none of it wasted, and these riches had settled within the humans.

Due to the isolation of Dawn City, these riches wouldn’t flow out. Whenever he wished, he could find ways to take back those Gold Pucks from the pockets of the humans.

His vision was no longer limited to the power dynamics between the Bloodline and humans; he was considering the holistic interests of Dawn City.

Whether it was Bloodline or human, both were his property, and the growth of either was beneficial to him.

Humans represented productivity, able to create more wealth, while the Bloodline was a weapon, protecting that wealth.

The Gold Pucks he had invested had now been turned into labor; the structures rising from the ground in Dawn City, the clean and tidy streets, and the markets that were beginning to thrive were the best explanation.

In the world of children, right and wrong mattered; in the adult world, only interests were discussed.

Developing humans would help the Bloodline grow rapidly and make Dawn City more prosperous; he had no reason to introduce policies that would limit human development.

The Bloodline was his foundation and the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Holding the gun barrel in his hand, what uprising could a group of ordinary civilians cause under his watch?

Therefore, not only would Lide treat humans well, but he would also enact more policies in the future to support the rapid development of humans. How could he shear wool or milk the sheep if the flock wasn’t growing?

And no matter how quickly humans developed, they were all under his control,

With Emi at Level 15, six second-generation Bloodlines at Level 10, 400 Bloodlines, and nearly 500 Magic Language Bats under his command, his power was more than enough to suppress anything in Dawn City.

Moreover, the Security Team now had 300 humans, all of whom were indoctrinated and brainwashed newcomers, their loyalty to Dawn City was beyond doubt.

Economy, military force, propaganda, ideology—all of it was in Lide’s hands, a quintessential autocratic big boss, so he didn’t worry about humans stirring up any trouble.

His only concern was that the sheep were not developing fast enough, which could affect his plans.

“Harrison, this time I brought back the equivalent of 20,000 Gold Pucks in silver and copper pucks.”

On the third floor of City Hall, the first words Lide said to Harrison made the head of the municipal assembly beam with a thick smile.

“Clan Leader, this money couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Lide smiled slightly, “This is just the beginning. The Crimson Mage Tower is now on the right track, and in the future, it will bring us tens of thousands of Gold Pucks in revenue every month.

So, the construction of Dawn City must not stop; build openly, and come straight to me with any difficulties you encounter.”

Harrison nodded respectfully.

“As you wish.”

With money, City Hall would no longer be lacking confidence. Now, as Dawn City was in the midst of rapid development, everything required funding from City Hall, especially while the market was still being cultivated.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Lide inquired.

“How many Magic Language Bats do we have in total now?”

Magic Language Bats were an indispensable presence in Dawn City, a type of Demon Beast unique to the Bloodline crucial in both construction and warfare.

“Clan Leader, we currently have a total of 468 Magic Language Bats.”

Lide nodded thoughtfully.

This number was indeed not small for the previous Bloodline, but for the rapidly developing Dawn City, it seemed insufficient.

The booming development of Dawn City urgently required all the movable forces, and the large-bodied, strong-carrying Magic Bats were fantastic transportation tools.

“Where is Dylan? Call Dylan here.”

“As Clan Leader wishes,”

Twenty minutes later, Dylan’s tall figure appeared in Lide’s office.

“Good day, Clan Leader.”

Seeing the spirited Dylan, Lide nodded in satisfaction.

This group of second-generation Bloodlines, who had lived over a century, were his most reliable assets, each a significant treasure of the Bloodline.

Dylan, the only warrior among the second-generation Bloodlines, was very burly with his level having reached 10, his combat power off the charts. He was also in charge of rearing all of the Bloodline’s Magic Language Bats.

“Dylan, I need you to expand the number of Magic Language Bats as quickly as possible. Can you do it?”

Looking at Lide’s serious expression, Dylan nodded fiercely.

“Clan Leader, your will is our direction.

Breeding Magic Language Bats is not difficult as long as there is plenty of food. Within six months, I can double the number of Magic Language Bats.

However, the level of newly promoted Magic Language Bats can only reach 5. It will take them much longer to grow.”

Lide looked at Dylan with some surprise, “Double the quantity within half a year? That’s enough!”

As for the issue of Level, he wasn’t disappointed. Magic Language Bats belong to the middle-level Demon Beast population and are not known for their high combat strength.

The strength of the Magic Language Bats lies in their numbers and durability.

Magic Language Bats don’t need to be tended to as meticulously as human Griffins or Pegasi. With enough food, even if they are dismembered, they can regrow their limbs.

Therefore, using them for labor is most appropriate.

“Are there any difficulties in breeding Magic Language Bats?”

Dylan revealed a bitter smile.

“Clan Leader, in fact, for the Bloodline, it’s quite simple. Magic Language Bats are not specific Demon Beasts; all of them are bred from ordinary small bats.

You only need to use the Bloodline’s bloodline to activate the hidden bloodline in ordinary bats, and they will rapidly transform into Magic Language Bats. As long as the Bloodline is present, these exclusive Demon Beasts can always be bred.

But the problem is… breeding a Magic Language Bat consumes a large amount of food.”

“Food? Blood?”

“No, not just blood. Unlike the Bloodline, their main food source is wild animals or Demon Beasts.

Up until now, the Magic Language Bats we’ve been raising rely on their own ability to hunt wild animals, with no need to worry about their logistical issues.”

Lide’s eyes held a trace of amusement. Going out to hunt on their own? These Magic Language Bats seemed almost too easy to maintain.

“So, you’re saying that if we want to expand the Magic Language Bat population, the biggest issue now is food?”

Dylan nodded, “That’s correct.

Clan Leader, a hundred years ago, you drove and hunted a large number of Demon Beasts on the Blood Plateau and brought in wild boars, bison, and horses to breed there.

For many years, the Magic Language Bats have been hunting on the Blood Plateau…”

Blood Plateau?

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Lide’s gaze blanked out for a moment. After recalling the memory of the Blood Clan Ancestor, a deeply buried memory made him somewhat enlightened.

The area where Dawn City was located had the terrain of a gourd, surrounded by continuous high mountains.

Dawn City was established at the mouth of the gourd, and behind the city, the plains that were 20 kilometers wide and 15 kilometers long didn’t have a name; these were the areas currently allocated to civilians.

After passing through a five-kilometer-long passage, you enter the belly of the gourd-shaped landscape.

This was a vast plain that was 60 kilometers wide and a staggering 150 kilometers long.

At the beginning, this land was named the Blood Plateau by the Blood Clan Ancestor, but over the course of a hundred years, as Bloodline seldom went there, the name was almost known only among the second generation of Bloodline.

At that time, there lived many Demon Beasts in the Blood Plateau, but the Blood Clan Ancestor, in order to raise Magic Language Bats, cleansed the entire plateau.

After killing the Demon Beasts, they moved in a batch of ordinary wild animals such as wild horses, bison, and boars.

Now, the source of food for the Magic Language Bats is the wild animals on the Blood Plateau. With no natural predators and due to the vast territory, the wild animals on the Blood Plateau have been thriving well over the years.

And the number of Magic Language Bats has remained relatively fixed to ensure that the wild animals on the Blood Plateau are not driven to extinction.

Over the years, the Bloodline has attempted to expand the number of Magic Language Bats, but the peak was never more than one thousand, which is to say, the quantity of food limited the number of Magic Language Bats.

Lide shook his head, unsure how to evaluate the actions of the Blood Clan Ancestor.

Such a large expanse of land, and they merely let a flock of wild animals roam free, merely to serve as food for the Magic Language Bats.

He watched Dylan’s normal expression and couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.

The Bloodline really had no concept of farming and breeding. If this land could be put to use, not to mention 400 Magic Language Bats, even 40,000 would be a small matter.

“What’s the Magic Language Bat’s appetite like?”

“They need to feed on approximately a 300-pound boar every two weeks.”

A boar every two weeks, two a month, 24 in a year. With 468 Magic Language Bats, and 365 days in a year, in total, they would need 11,232 boars.

Lide, an exemplary graduate from nine years of compulsory education, quickly calculated the current food needs for the Magic Language Bats.

Over ten thousand boars weren’t a small number, but compared to the benefits of Magic Language Bats, it was a very small price to pay.

Moreover, with hundreds of kilometers of Blood Plateau, these animals bred very fast in the absence of natural predators, and according to his estimates, doubling the number of Magic Language Bats wouldn’t be a problem.

But this crude free-range method wasn’t what he wanted; it was too primitive. This method didn’t even reach one percent efficiency of modern breeding techniques.

It was a method doomed to be phased out, only because the Bloodline didn’t understand breeding and farming that they had been so straightforward for so long.

“Have you ever tried to breed boars?”

Dylan was slightly taken aback.

“Breed? Do those lowly creatures even need breeding?”

A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Lide’s mouth; the concept of breeding didn’t exist in the Bloodline’s vocabulary.

To have these naturally born Spellcasters, the undeniably Upper Race, do something like pig breeding would likely cause an uproar if mentioned.

What a joke, that was something only the lowest-class civilians would do. They were the noble Bloodline, after all!

Lide, of course, understood the deep-rooted ideas of this world. On Earth, those who raised pigs were tycoons; what they raised wasn’t just pigs, but mountains of gold…

“Dylan, you should change your way of thinking.”

“What we’re raising isn’t boars, but Magic Language Bats,” Lide stood up, his gaze turning towards Harrison, who had been silent the whole time.

“Harrison, I want to establish a magical breeding farm, to raise boars using magical methods.

Not just for the Magic Language Bats, but also for the future of Dawn City.

Having just wheat and bread in Dawn City is not enough—we also need meat.

A breeding farm of sufficient scale can solve many problems.”